Funeral

"That's impossible, right?"

"I don't believe it. Let's bet 10,000. I bet he's not dead."

"It's not impossible. That's 28 billion virtual coins on the black market. Money makes the world go round."

"Yes, I heard that there are really many experts gathered this time."

"Is he really dead?"

"Speaking of which, he's quite a character. He can be recorded in the history of Lanca."

Zhou Feiyang was sitting in the office. She was wearing a black dress and looked solemn.

She raised her hand and read the comments. Tears streamed down her face. She held her head in her hands and looked like she was in pain.

More and more tears streamed down her face. She liked Yi Juncheng, so her tears at this moment were naturally real. They were sincere and hot.

Her heart ached.

However, after a while, if one were to inch closer, one could see the smile on her lips.

Half of her face was exposed, and tears were streaming down her face.